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Of course not D. D is blocked because I’m a coward.

Nate: You free?

I stare at the message. I should say no.

I have just had a medical procedure. I am cramping. My head feels like it has been packed with cotton. I want to go home, lie down, and stare at the ceiling until my body decides whether today was monumental or just another appointment.

Me: Depends. Are you about to ask me for something that involves walking?

Nate: Ice cream.

I stop on the sidewalk.

Ice cream.

Nate and his terrible timing.

Me: It is eleven in the morning.

Nate: That’s why it’s fun.

Me: That’s why it’s concerning.

Nate: My treat.

My thumb hovers.

No. That’s what I should say.

No, save your money.

No, I’m not hungry.

No, I have to study.

No, I can’t let you buy me ice cream when I’m the one trying to make sure your medical debt doesn’t swallow the rest of your twenties.

But if I say that, he will hear the part underneath.

You cost money. You are the reason. I am sacrificing things because of you.

And that is not true. Not like that. Never like that.

So I type: One scoop. Somewhere cheap.

His reply comes instantly.

Nate: Two scoops. I’m rich today.

I close my eyes for half a second.

I love him so much it makes me tired.

Me: You are not rich.

Nate: Emotionally.

Me: Debatable.